(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)
Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.
- Do you mind?
- Not at all.
Kaysersberg, France (by etoma)
an extremely emotional tale told entirely in screeches and grunts
it really pisses me off how easy it is to get sad and then how long and hard it is to get happy again like what the fuck man thats not fair
I don’t know how Jesus could stand up under its weight. He had my sin, your sin, our sin. He allowed it to be placed upon him so that we would not have to bear the consequences of it all. But in that sacrifice, as horrible as it was, we find ourselves healed — cured of the most awful disease a person can have, a sin-sick soul. He was pierced, crushed, and punished for our sins. In their place, he has left us his transforming peace and a place to belong.
idk how to write even semi-professional emails to people
la de da de da
this is such a lovely thing to say to somebody. I think, even if someone had said this to me in my mid-teens, I wouldn’t have been able , in the various states I was in, to properly absorb the sense of it . Nice to read it now and to be able to really feel the truth of it.
HAPPY 24TH BIRTHDAY EMMA WATSON! (APRIL 15, 1990)